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> Be Anon, walking in the desert
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> The last thing you remember, you were asking directions from someone who sounded a lot like John de Lancie
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> You are beginning to suspect you will never find that Olive Garden
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> Still, the desert has to run out sometime, so you press on
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> To pass the time, you start to hum
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> It's a good song, but you can never remember how it ends
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> Be Eagle Eye, border guard
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> It's another full day, watching the southern wastes
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> Not a changeling in sight
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> You reach out a hoof for your glass of water, but pause
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> The water ripples again
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> You immediately come to full alertness, scanning the area
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> A dark mass of clouds spills over from the southern horizon
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> As it approaches, you can feel the tremors in the ground
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> You immediately grab the anomaly scroll and toss it into the green messenger fire
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> You turn back to the coming storm as the first peals of thunder reach you
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> Hidden in those distant booms is a low, masculine growling
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> Your ears prick forward, even as the tremors intensify, thrumming pleasantly in your chest
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> At last, you make out a tall, slender figure walking unperturbed in the midst of the storm
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> A Minotaur bull, perhaps?
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> You spread your wings and glide from the top of the watch tower
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> As you lite on the ground as you finally understand what he is growling
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> "I am the Lord of the Wastelands."
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> Lightning crashes into the ground, glassing the sand
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> "A modern day man of steel."
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> You cautiously approach
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> Clearly this bull is possessed, but if you are quick enough, you might be able to knock him out of it
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> "I gather darkness to please me."
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> You tense, ready to pounce
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> "AND I COMMAND YOU TO KNEEL BEFORE THE GOD OF THUNDER AND ROCK AND ROLL"
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> Your knees buckle under the force of his will, your marehood moistening
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> Why do evil stallions have to be so hot?
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> The hornless bull stands over you, gazing at you with madness in his eyes
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> Forgive me, mother, you might just let crazy stick it in you
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> "THE SPELL YOU'RE UNDER WILL SLOWLY ROB YOU OF YOUR VIRGIN SOUL"
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> Buck yes
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> Be Celestia, finishing off your after-lunch cake
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> Abruptly, a scroll flares into being in front of you
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> You open it with a thought, glancing at the report
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> An anomaly approaching southern border tower 113?
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> Perhaps you should dispatch Twilight to deal with it, she can always use more experience in the field
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> You begin to write the delegating letter when another scroll appears
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> Continuous heartsong?
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> Possible incubus activity?
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> Well well, you may have to deal with this personally~
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> You find the bull striding through a meadow, dark clouds roiling overhead
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> You smile at him, and introduce yourself
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"I am Princess Celestia, and I welcome you to Equestria. Will you tell me your name?"
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> He gazes at you for a long moment before speaking
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> "You've got something about you."
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> You smirk, fluffing your tuft
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> "You've got something I need."
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> Hewantsthev.scroll
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"And what would that be, colt?"
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> The bull approaches slowly
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> "Daughter of Aphrodite, hear my words and take heed."
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> Who is Aphrodite?
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> "I was born on Olympus, to my father a son."
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> Hmm, you haven't heard of such a place
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> Is he whimsical, or from another world?
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> "I was raised by the demons,"
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> Oh ho~, incubus training
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> Nice
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> "Trained to reign as the one GOD OF THUNDER AND ROCK AND ROLL."
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> Mmm, that's some nice masculine royal voice
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> "THE SPELL YOU'RE UNDER WILL SLOWLY ROB YOU OF YOUR VIRGIN SOUL"
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> You rear up and set your forehooves on his shoulders
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"My dear colt, my soul hasn't been a virgin for a long time~."
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> He grins
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> Be Anon, waking up in a strange bed
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> You feel oddly refreshed, and begin to sit up
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> A white leg slides down your chest
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> You look to the side as a horse nuzzles up against you
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> Hold on, horses don't usually have horns
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> Or wings
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"Huh."
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> "Good morning, handsome. Up for another round?"
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> As you gaze into the sultry eyes of your bedmate, you feel yourself hardening
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> You might nor remember, but your body sure does
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> Time to make some more memories
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